Gemotions

A wave of dizziness washed over her. She’d been enjoying a casual coffee with Alex, her supposed house painter friend, when another friend had casually mentioned a luxury yacht Alex had recently purchased. She suddenly felt a strange disconnect. Alex had always told stories of scraping by. Now, this.

Her vision blurred slightly. The aroma of coffee no longer appealed, becoming too intense and artificial. She fiddled with the strap of her bag, her hands clammy. Every word, every shared memory with Alex now felt distorted, like a funhouse mirror reflection of their friendship.

She wanted to run, to escape the suffocating feeling that something fundamental had shifted between them. She struggled to keep her composure, but she didn’t think she could.